Chapter 711: Token
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Tian Yiwei couldn’t say a word and fell backward onto the ground.
Mu Qing wiped the blood off the blade with Tian Yiwei’s sleeve and instructed the others, “Dig a deep pit in the back and bury all these people.” He approached Jing Song, squatting down to examine him for a moment. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from Jing Song’s face, then removed the arrows from his body one by one, straightened his clothes, and said calmly, “Bring a clean blanket from inside.”
His subordinates didn’t understand his intentions, but they still brought out the best blanket. Mu Qing personally wrapped Jing Song up and said, “Dig a separate grave for him.” Such a loyal person could be called a righteous man and deserved respect.
As the pit was being dug, someone suddenly ran over and said, “That old man has been caught. He was hiding in the well. Should we kill him?”
Mu Qing was overjoyed. “Don’t kill him. This man is a live treasure.” What talent and ability did he have to capture both the Regent Wangfei and Jiang Zhouzi at the same time? Even if Fifth Young Master didn’t give him credit, it would still be worth boasting about for a lifetime.
Jiang Zhouzi, soaking wet, was pushed in front of Mu Qing, showing no fear but rather arrogance as he said, “I am Jiang Zhouzi. Who dares to kill me?”
Well, although he indeed couldn’t bear to kill him, this Jiang Zhouzi was really hateful. Mu Qing walked over, lifted the scabbard, intending to give Jiang Zhouzi a hard time, but in the end, he put it down and smiled, “Of course, I can’t bear to kill you, sir. You are an esteemed guest.” Maybe one day he would need this person to save his life? Well, forget it, let go of this grudge.
Jiang Zhouzi smirked, “If I’m a distinguished guest, why not release me?”
“Fear you might run off, sir,” Mu Qing’s smile disappeared, his voice turning stern, “Take him to the Fifth Master.”
The crowd surged forward, pushing Jiang Zhouzi ahead. He shouted, “Hold on!” then turned to Mu Qing, “I want to bid farewell to my friends.”
Mu Qing wanted to see what he would do, so he waved for them to release him. Jiang Zhouzi approached Jing Song and Su Momo in silence, kneeling down to bow to them. He murmured, “It’s all my fault, don’t hate me. In the future, I’ll study medicine and abandon these strange rules. I’ll take on disciples and heal the world, praying for blessings and virtues for you. In the next life, I’ll be born into a better one. Little He has escaped; he’ll send the message to the capital. I’ll follow her, take care of her. Don’t worry.”
Mu Qing strained to hear but couldn’t make out his words. He urged, “Sir, it’s best you leave soon, lest things turn unpleasant.”
Jiang Zhouzi rolled his eyes, “Respect the dead; who treats the deceased like this? They have no quarrel with you; it’s just business. You know to prepare Yang Jingsong’s body, why not attend to these two as well?”
Mu Qing pondered, then ordered his men, “Go fetch two more blankets.”
Jiang Zhouzi sat cross-legged, watching as they wrapped up Su Momo and Shen Fifth before finally agreeing to follow them to meet with Yuwen Cong.
Inside the carriage, it was pitch black. Yuwen Cong leaned against the side, looking at the stars outside with excitement and anticipation. Yuwen Chu had swept him and Teacher Zhu clean in the capital, causing him great losses. Now he had returned the favor, finally regaining some ground.
His men brought Jiang Zhouzi over, and although Jiang Zhouzi’s attitude was terrible, Yuwen Cong didn’t argue with him. Instead, he kindly made way for him, saying, “Sir, take a look at her. She fainted and hasn’t woken up yet.”
Jiang Zhouzi was concerned about Mingzhu and had no time to chat with him. He coldly said, “Bring a lamp.” Then, he quickly got on the carriage and checked Mingzhu’s pulse.
Mingzhu moved her fingers lightly to signal to Jiang Zhouzi that she was awake but didn’t want to speak or move, ignoring Yuwen Cong.
Understanding Mingzhu’s intention, Jiang Zhouzi said solemnly, “Her condition is not good. She was already frightened and exhausted, and being stimulated again, fainting is already considered good.”
Yuwen Cong frowned. “She is pregnant, and her body is different from ordinary people. But she hasn’t shown any signs of miscarriage. Doesn’t that mean she’s fine? You said fainting is already considered good. Does that mean something else might happen?”
Jiang Zhouzi knew he couldn’t fool him but refused to back down. “Are you a doctor or am I? Who knows what might happen? We have to wait for her to wake up and observe slowly.”
Yuwen Cong stared at him for a moment and smiled slightly. “Alright, I’ll listen to you, sir. Everyone here is under my control. I’m not afraid of any tricks you might pull.”
Mu Qing came to report after tidying up the inn. “Everything’s ready. We just haven’t found that young man yet. Should we wait a bit longer?”
Yuwen Cong looked at the sky and shook his head. “No, I’ll leave first. You stay here with your men and search the area carefully. Be careful not to let Huan Wang’s people find out. It’s not good to provoke the host since we’re on someone else’s turf.”
Mu Qing agreed and sent people to escort Yuwen Cong away.
To avoid exposing their location, the lanterns were extinguished again. Inside the carriage, it was pitch black. Mingzhu laid there with closed eyes, breathing heavily. She could no longer see Jing Song and Su Momo. When she saw Dong Hui, how would she explain things to her?
Jiang Zhouzi sat beside her, trying to start a conversation with Yuwen Cong. “How should I address you? I don’t recall ever offending you. Could it be that there’s someone critically ill in the family and you want me to treat them? I’ve said it before, such wielding of knives and guns, involving lives, is not good.”
Yuwen Cong was in a good mood. “Sir, you have a sense of humor. Let me inform you, I am Yuwen Cong, Fifth Young Master of the family. My father is Zhongshan Wang. Is there anything else you don’t understand?”
Jiang Zhouzi respectfully said, “Zhongshan Wang! That’s truly remarkable. I’ve heard of his heroic deeds for years. I’ve long wanted to pay my respects to this hero, but I’ve never had the chance. Is Fifth Young Master taking us to the Northern Territory?”
Yuwen Cong didn’t fall for his trick. “Since you respect my father so much, there will be opportunities to meet him in the future. You’ve been busy for so long, aren’t you tired? Take a rest.”
Jiang Zhouzi felt unwilling to give up and tried to find other things to say, but Yuwen Cong completely ignored him. With no other choice, Jiang Zhouzi had to close his mouth.
Mingzhu stealthily handed the token left by Jing Song to Jiang Zhouzi. According to what she had heard from Yuwen Cong and his men’s conversation, she knew that Yuwen Cong was doing this behind Huan Wang’s back. He would definitely find a place to settle her and Jiang Zhouzi first. When they were searched, this item would be too conspicuous on her, so it was better to temporarily entrust it to Jiang Zhouzi for safekeeping.
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